my own private hidey-hole

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:02:54 GMT

london was perfect last night. crisp and cold, with the smell of explosives hanging on every corner.

things that are excellent:

♥ hanging with friends
♥ sushi. especially if mined with wasabi.
♥ pickled ginger. i think i may buy some for snacking.
♥ throwing fireworks around in a fashion that would have public safety films crying.

d got into a ruckus at the bus stop last night, apparently, and has coke all down his jacket. i don't remember this. ( 1x bottle rose, half a 35cl bottle of whisky = 17.13 units)

whoops

fvck you, jimmy choo!

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:48:29 GMT

"The shoe collection Jimmy Choo for H&M are available in ladies
european size 36-40 and men size 41-45, all shoes from the collection
runs true to size."

my feet are bigger than a 6 1/2! no fair! ~~there is a dress i kinda fancy....~~

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:49:10 GMT

yesterday i had spicy cabbage porridge again. this time with added chopped up sausages.

not as good as with egg, is my opinion.

***

no porridge today, i shall be eating lovingly prepared leftover fajitas. nom!

please sir, can i have some more?

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 15:22:59 GMT

well, no one managed to guess my porridgey delight today, but there are some tempting suggestions for future experiments!

today, i had DA DA DAAAAH:

porridge with hardboiled eggs, spicy cabbage and 1x cherry tomato.

verdict?

cherry tomato unnecessary, i knew this, but it was the last in the pack and NEEDED EATING.

very tasty indeed.

probably because cabbage and egg are not completely unknown curry-esque bedfellows, and the porridge is vaguely similar to rice.

i will most likely eat this again.

WIN!

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:43:15 GMT

i had a moment earlier, around lunchtime, when i realised i had done absolutely naff all all morning. yet the morning had vanished completely.

i've just done that all afternoon.

is this the way hangovers work these days? vagueness and waste? i'm not sure, but i think i prefer the nausea and pounding head.

D-, must try harder

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:37:53 GMT

well, do you know, i couldn't be bothered to get up early enough to make myself a sarnie for lunch this morning.

i *could* be bothered, however, to grab an egg, some cherry tomatoes and a couple of sachets of brown sauce.

PORRIDGE!

a bit of a failure, actually. i 'cooked' (read microwaved) the porridge until it was done. i beat the egg, and then added it and the tomatoes, hoping the heat of the porridge would cook it through. which *kind of* seemed to happen. so i whacked it back in the machine for some more seconds.

verdict?

hmmmm. very hmmmmm. egg and porridge is not hugely flavoursome. it does make the porridge taste lighter and fluffier. tomatoes are nice, but more flavour is needed. perhaps if i had some crispy bacon, or frazzles, it would have worked better.

i threw in the brown sauce to make it more palatable.

i'm not sure i'll be trying this one again. at least not in the same fashion.

september drinking

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 10:41:02 GMT

well, the month may not quite be over yet, but oh dear, plummet in days of sobriety.

10 days this month. not including today, as i shall be drinking free work booze later.

are you a gay fish?

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:34:33 GMT

[insert pic of kanye somewhere here]

look away if you don't like porridge.

porridge is BACK!!!!

i didn't know what to do for today's experiment. until i ran into d, about to do the shopping i was going to do, and saw crabsticks for a quid. uh huh, i went there.

laydeezungennulmen, i give you: crabstick and courgette porridge.

no real thought behind this apart from aforementioned purchase, and veg in the fridge that needed eating up.

verdict? i like the crabsticks and porridge. not sure about the courgettes. it needed something with a bit more PUNCH. (i threw in a bit of sachet ketchup, which worked, but then when does ketchup *not* work?)

i will be trying this further next week. i have to. i have to eat up the ~~fish~~crabsticks. yes, i like them in my mouth.

***

my colleague came into the kitchen as i was preparing my feast. "mmmm, that smells good, what is it?" were his words. i told him he didn't want to know. he pressed the issue. i confessed. he was NOT disgusted, reckoned it was more like risotto than anything else. VINDICATED.

***

no carb crash / desk snooze so far. WIN.

***

i am still working my way through stef's cast off books.

haruki murakami - after dark. liked this a lot. nothing much seems to happen, it isn't going anywhere, but instead of frustrating me it left me feeling sated, i'd grasped that moment in time completely.

kurt vonnegut - god bless you, mr rosewater. meh, quite good. that's all.

i'm currently reading invisible monsters (palahniuk) and absolutely blinking loving it.

all we ever get is gruuuuuuu-EL

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:16:00 GMT

RIGHT.

it has come to that point.

bit skint, spending TOO MUCH on daily luncheon.

ridiculously embarrassing CARB CRASH = sleeping on my keyboard. every time.

chill in the air.

yep, i think it's time to resurrect the great porridge experiment.

never trust that metal

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 09:32:29 GMT

technology, it hates me. waging a silent, slightly irritating war.

i have a two alarm morning set up. one that lives on my bedside table goes off about 6.30am. i turn it immediately off, but am roused enough to not ignore the second one. the second one is my mobile. my mobile hates me. it goes of at 7.15. i hit snooze for 9 minutes. it goes off again. i hit snooze for another 9 minutes. it goes off again. i get up.

this system has done me well for blinking ages. until this morning. where, i would argue, my mobile refused to go off at all. d would argue perhaps, that he heard it go off, heard me turn it off. he would be WRONG.

i was late today, by 20 minutes, another rare event. about a year or so ago i was repeatedly at least 40 minutes late and DIDN'T CARE.

***

my phone has also learnt another thing. i am Quite Good with keylock, because of accidental messaging. and even have handy fake names to stop me messaging alexes and zaras and the like.

if i open the camera lens cover, mind, all bets are off. which is handy for spur of the moment photos. but IT NOW KNOWS it can send junk picture messages. and does so.

***

i don't trust technology.

***

bestival tomorrow. guess who isn't ready?

to do tonight:
- purchase supplies.
- decant booze into plastic.
- finish some sewing.
- DO ALL THE PACKING.
- sleep at a sensible hour.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

***

finished The Shield last night. shane is still a DICK. poor ronnie. etc etc. WHAT TO DO NOW? i have started watching Sons of Anarchy, which is about a biker gang, purely because Dutch is in it. it's not the same.

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:05:10 GMT

oh yeah, and the final booze total for august = 16 days not drinking! well done me. i do feel a *little* antisocial at the moment though...

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:01:04 GMT

seriously though, how much of a DICK is shane?

What's Your Personality Type?

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 19:22:54 GMT

You Are An ENFJ

The Giver

You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and you usually succeed.
Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.
Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.
You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.

In love, you are very protective and supporting.
However, you do need to "feel special" - and it's quite easy for you to get jealous.

At work, you are a natural leader. You can help people discover their greatest potential.
You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.

How you see yourself: Trusting, idealistic, and expressive

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Bossy, inappropriate, and loud

What's Your Personality Type?

bossy, inappropriate and loud definitely!

today has been a good day.

waterproofs. YAWN.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 10:28:09 GMT

well seeing as some HILAROUS person threw away ONE of my wellies at sonisphere, and i lost my cag-in-a-bag myself, i really should get some new waterproofs before bestival. JUST IN CASE. i already have star covered wellies on order, but am umm-ing and ahh-ing over waterproofs.

choose for me please? the poll is below.

important facts:

NOBODY can be miserable in a poncho. certainly i can't.
i am pretty skint at the mo so cheap is good.
black is my preferred colour.

OH LOOK each option fits one of the above.

View Poll: waterproofs!

(ahahahaha typing out the prices at the end of things there made me feel like marek klang's tracey emin. ahahahahah.)

v-movie / sonisphere

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 09:44:24 GMT

today i shall be attempting to catch up with myself. so so lazy right now. ack.

***

friday
♥ v movie at canal 125!
♥ cloakroom duties.
♥ ALL THE BEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD EVER. honest.
♥ awesome decs and lights really giving the place some atmosphere.
♥ much dancing. either in the cloakroom or on the floor.
♥ much nattering.
♥ a very chatty random local young man, insistent on sharing very good shopping.
♥ 'you should be a glamour model'. oh dear oh dear. meant well. but really.
♥ attempt at early night ruined by temporary prescence at stuart's. whoops.

***

saturday
♥ up early. well, early for a saturday.
♥ to meet pink emma and head to sonisphere!!!! at knebworth.
♥ tedious shuttle bus queue and tent sorting mean we hit the festival proper about 1.45.
♥ what a bloody organised fest it is! two main stages are opposite each other and run alternate bands - THE METAL NEVER STOPS AND YOU CAN SEE IT ALL. AMAZING. the loos are somehow kept almost delightful at ALL TIMES. the ground, despite downpour, remains minimally muddy. it is GREAT.
♥ though we are somewhat disturbed by the lack of a)ACTUAL tattooists and b)crazy drinking.
♥ taking back sunday are a bit rub.
♥ there is a guitarhero-karaoke stage full of losers.
♥ we catch the last song of bjorn again and i am gutted.
♥ in the tent there are a band called glamour of the kill who i must remember to investigate further.
♥ anthrax are great....
♥ but not as great as the STUNT MOTOCROSS which has me squealing like a girl.
♥ coheed and cambria are not there, so apparently we listened to fact instead. meh.
♥ the used have me screaming obscenities towards the stage whilst waiting for tasty cider. rub-bish.
♥ heaven and hell don't take our fancy either (sorry mr iommi!) for which we are roundly chastised by strangers later.
♥ the heavens open! but it's still warm. and it's only rain. sexy cagoule times!
♥ airbourne are totally awesome (in the rain!) but clearly want to be ac/dc.
♥ young guns are tiny children from wycombe on the tiny wee stage but they are jolly good and we watch 'em (in the rain!) til they finish.
♥ oceansize are another one to investigate.
♥ we 'listen' to linkin park from back at the tents.
♥ on the way back in there is a woman rolling around in the mud about to have sex with a man. we point and laugh. security point and stop. somehow she regains some sort of 'dignity' and refuses to get up with her vag on show to the world. security surround her so she can get up. we cherish the thought that we are never as badly behaved as that.
♥ attempt to see thunder in the small tent. they won't let anyone in. despite me counting people 100+ coming out. emma gives up. a man starts to try and start a riot. security stamp on my toes.
♥ but i get in for the wildhearts, hurrah!
♥ but i am OLD, ~~father william~~, and can barely keep my eyes open. seriously. even drunk i can usually wake myself up for a band i like. find myself nodding off on my feet. so decide to do so safely on the floor at the back. oh dear.
♥ back to tent and am unconscious in seconds.

***

sunday
♥ sunny all day, hurrah!
♥ invest in a red cowboy hat.
♥ arrive in arena, meet some of emma's friends and catch the (awesome) end of buckcherry.
♥ get filmed for bbc4.
♥ mostly sit at the back and natter through paradise lost - the sound was pretty poor for them unfortunately.
♥ killing joke are f'cking excellent. only distraction being a very pretty boy close in front of us. ahem.
♥ i don't remember much of saxon, but do remember we start talking in a screetchy ROCK way for kicks.
♥ lamb of god are jolly good too, for some reason they sound heavier when sitting on the ground, hrrrm.
♥ i think we may have been wandering for mastodon, or talking to randoms.
♥ machine head!!! rob flynn cries like a girl. but MACHINE HEAD.
♥ meet up with ben and his chums. avoid feeder.
♥ drink. herbal highs. taste like joss-sticks. hrrrm.
♥ sit down and listen to limp bizkit going down like a lead balloon, interspersed with the occasional good song.
♥ alice in chains are pretty good, but i have wandering feet.
♥ nine inch nails!!! i really wanted to see nin, and indeed, i remember being down the front. and trent's rather large neck. and not much else. WHAT HAPPENED? this is the beginning of the vague.
♥ similarly, metallica. indeed, my memories are mixed up with hearing "one" by various bands of small children on the karaoke stage.
♥ seriously, the two bands i REALLY REALLY wanted to see. IDIOT.
♥ and that's it for memory of sunday, really. i tried to go and see some comedy. there wasn't any. just a Very Insistent Man who wouldn't take no for an answer. 'came to' in my tent, emma similarly, to find a party going on outside. did we bring them there? WHO KNOWS.

***

monday
♥ the party was still going on as we packed up the tents. eventually just one hippy-wheelbarrow-man-dressed-as-captain-america-with-a-chicken-head was left. he gave us some random shopping he'd been donated by a stranger. we took it, merrily.
♥ shuttle bus queue was farcical. taxis were £2.50 each. seriously, queueing fools, WHY?
♥ managed to go home and leave emma to her own devices (locked out, see. i just lost my cagoule and a singular welly.) whilst i hopped in the shower and went to work. it was an interesting afternoon, i'll tell you that.

***

anyway, yes, i can highly recommend sonisphere! top organisation. top music. on a train from MY HOUSE. the only thing i regret is my unlikely amnesia, and not seeing enough of cob_web and all the bristol people i'd wanted to see in the first place.

most embarrasing things i did?
♥ wore my cagoule.
♥ took herbal highs.
♥ ~~indie cardigan~~ - this does not count.
♥ collected cups for a few quid. hehehe.

***

The Way Out Is Through
Wish
I Do Not Want This
Something I Can Never Have
Gone, Still
The Frail
The Wretched
Non-Entity
Lights In The Sky
The Downward Spiral
Hurt
(hmmmm i can see why that's forgettable...)

Blackened
Creeping Death
Fuel
Of Wolf And Man
Fade To Black
Broken, Beat And Scarred
Cyanide
Sad But True
One
All Nightmare Long
The Day That Never Comes
Master Of Puppets
Dyers Eve
Nothing Else Matters
Enter Sandman
Encore:
Stone Cold Crazy (Queen cover)
Hit The Lights
Seek & Destroy

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 13:06:04 GMT

so.....

who does one complain to when whinging at royal mail? anyone know? too many characters for the website form. not that i trust it to do anything anyway.

that tattoo idea....

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 16:32:52 GMT

it'd clearly have to be the stars and stripes. i wouldn't want anyone to think i was a bottom. and wanted fisting.

IS THAT WHAT BRUCE WAS SAYING ALL ALONG?

a bad week for staying alive

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 08:14:14 GMT

swells - i didn't always agree with him. i would ALWAYS read him. the voice of my teenage music-obsessing years.
farah - ah, you should have seen the results of my teenage attempts at your hair. doh.
jacko - strangely unexpected. totally mental. responsible for some of the best pop ever. i'd been debating getting a ticket for his shows.

***

my big jackson memory is of thriller. my dad would never let me watch it. i was 11 / 12. he thought i'd be scared. well. one comic relief, i snuck down to watch telly quietly in the backroom when i was meant to be asleep. and watched the whole thing.

i couldn't sleep for days.

loser.

(these days i can't sleep because i'm picturing pbh in my head. maybe.)

***

perhaps the idea of camping at the same time as glastonbury was a little foolish, thinking about it now.

still, can't wait!

***

eta: hahahah i've just remembered getting totally obsessed about michael jackson pre gcses, reading EVERY SINGLE autobiography i could get my hands on, and working him into every essay! i wonder if i still have any....

blathering on...

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 12:58:46 GMT

QNI last night. featuring a trip to morrisons, a spot of wii fit, and some improvised cooking up of random bits and bobs into a tasty meal.

today, i have lunched on a delicious spinach soup that i whipped up whilst cooking dinner. domestic goddess, get me! i should remember to label my stock before freezing it though. sniffing ice is a tricky business. my mum never used to label hers either; i remember eagerly opening a tub of cornish icecream, spoon in hand, only to find.... quite.

i have just had my lovely soup for lunch. i should remember how much i like it, and avoid the overpriced, over processed sandwiches from the deli on the corner. and especially the crisps.

watched drag me to hell last night. it was ok, many moments of jumping out of my ~~seat~~ skin, but also terribly predictable.

i'm thinking of giving up the demon booze for a month. to even have a hope of managing this, i probably need someone to bet that i can't do it. hmm.

aa poker

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 10:35:45 GMT

i was a bit rubbish at poker last night. came depressingly middling in 2 games, but second in the third game, hurrah! won the princely sum of £15 which covered my evening (minus booze) pretty much. POKER!!! isn't it great?

i haven't voted yet. for some reason i haven't had a voting card. HOWEVER i have phoned the council and been given my number and polling station, so i shall do it on the way home. ~~BNP all the way!~~

yeah right.

*gibber*

this weekend, for the FOURTH weekend in a row, i shall be at the seaside! this little country of ours is bloody beautiful when it wants to be.

mmmmm lunch.

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 12:20:58 GMT

you thought you'd managed to escape it, didn't you? you thought i'd forgotten all about it. WELL.

today for lunch, i ate some porridge. THE EXPERIMENT LIVES! the work cupboards were pretty bare, and i had no cash for the shops. what to do, what to do?

as (i think) 1423 suggested: porridge and cuppasoup.

mixed veg cuppasoup, to be precise. there was a leek an potato option, but it sounded too stodgy.

results? it tastes alright, yes. consistency-wise, though, ugh. baby food.

***

are you on facebook? are you my facebook friend? do you like wasting your life away? why not join MAFIA WARS so i can get a bigger mafia and subsequently manage to buy property and DECENT GUNS. i am being held back! pls be helping me out.

***

it's funny how the day goes so much faster when i'm actually working, and not just loafing about. hilarious.

freezer burn / red queen / coraline

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:20:13 GMT

i haven't been doing HUGE amounts of late. this summer (can we call it that yet?) finds me listless, and trying to claw my way back to being comfortably in the black again. hmmmm.

anyway! this means i have been doing other things, such as READING and, er, watching the telly.

freezer burn - joe r lansdale. a random choice plucked from declan's stash. a nice, easy, trashy read. total loser (mum dead and mouldering in bed, failed firework stand heist) ends up working for a freak show, boffing the boss's wife, and failing even further at attempted murder. i'm not sure what the overall thing was trying to say, maybe 'don't trust a woman you're sleeping with she's only up to no good', but it was fun to read. and i have a wonderful mental image of conrad the dog-man that may not go away very fast.

the red queen - margaret drabble. took this on my little holiday by the sea. was a xmas pressie AGES ago from dan's mum, i think, bought solely because of the title. a book of two halves, the first tells the story (researched and mostly accurate but fictionalised) of the red queen in the title. a crown princess in korea some centuries ago. court intrigue, pre-teen marriage, insanity, and rampaging murder. the second half is the story of the modern woman who 'discovers' the tale of the red queen, becomes obsessed by it, and propogates it. including, at the end, to, oh yes, margaret drabble. hmmm. apart from that, i loved it. absorbing. i may have to do some research into old skool korea.

***

i have also seen:

coraline. hmmm. passed the time. probably more exciting with 3d glasses than on the telly.

quite a bit of 30 rock which is also so-so, why do people love tina fey so?

and breaking bad, which i only jumped into for the second series and regret not watching more. (chem teacher gets cancer, turns into meth king pin to provide for his family. what?)

***

my decision today: to BLOW my 5 months of good work in not buying things and invest in some completely unnecessary shoes or not. well?

(actually i need to ruin my record anyway, for i must purchase some sunglasses and oh look i own no shorts.....)

here's a thing.....

Wed, 20 May 2009 09:36:35 GMT

♥ do you like music?
♥ do you like heavy surfy music?
♥ do you like the deptford beach babes?
♥ do you like going to gigs?
♥ do you like going to free gigs?
♥ do you like birthdays?
♥ do you like charleston?

well then. you should TOTALLY come to the royal sovereign pub on northwold road (near clapton, rectory road and stokey stations) on saturday from about 7ish for a free beach babes gig in honour of charley and ella's birthdays.

it'll be awesome.

(live music has to finish by 11 so there's still plenty of time to head out to the various parties / sh5 thingies that are happening later should you so choose. start your night in a lei!*)

here is a facebook link

*(not necessarily literally. unless you want to.)

rubbish dreams

Thu, 14 May 2009 10:19:19 GMT

i would like my subconscious to get an imagination, please. i am currently being foxed by dull dreams that mostly reflect reality, but sometimes take a weird turn (such as emerson morphing into cabbie and selling me shopping that was in fact that silicon gel stuff that comes in shoes).

i do not like this. i am no longer sure what i dreamed, and what is reality. to a certain extent.

i was dreaming about actual food shopping the other day (BORING BRAIN BORING BRAIN) and thus when i went to actual tesco in real life yesterday, was unsure whether or not i had actually bought a huge bag of potatoes. i didn't know. was it dream? was it real? i bought some more just in case.

what i'm saying, is, if you pop in and see d over the weekend while i'm away larging it up at atp, ask him for a bowl of mash or some chips. we've an AWFUL LOT of potatoes to get through.

once

Tue, 12 May 2009 15:03:35 GMT

because not enough of you are scrabbing me up, i have been reading imdb.

or rather, obsessively trawling through the user comments for once, which i attempted to watch probably a year or so ago, and have been inspired to look up because daniel merriweather on the radio sounded very much like my memory of the film.

*pause for breath*

anyway, how on earth are the comments organised? it appears to make NO SENSE. it's not in date order. or order of star ratings. i wanted to read them chronologically. explain please.

(no, i didn't really like the film. pleasant background but rather dull and going nowhere. ~~i think i counteracted this by falling down a k hole~~